Last December I arrived home to my moma’s house with my brother, Marlana and my dear friend Hallie – to discover there was no Christmas tree. I love holiday greenery. Garlands, wreaths, mistletoe! I always make a ton of wreaths and really take to heart all that “Bedeck the Halls!” stuff. So I was – Appalled.
& excited. I’d always wanted to gather a Yule Tide Tree from our property on the Sapona river. Holly trees and cedar trees are right at home along the muddy banks.
We grabbed the essentials: baskets, saw, a warm jacket and mason jars with a nip o whisky. It was a gal’s endeavor.
It’s a bit of a trek. Into the woods, down a gully, along steep cattle paths. Into the meadow. Crisp air and rosy cheeks.
It was the best tree we ever had. Everyone agreed. A little Charlie Brown, A little wild. A little rogue. It was one of the best memories of home during a hard year. As the floods happened later in the beginning of spring 2013 – this little guy would have been washed away. I’m glad it spread it’s branches under our roof and brushed the top of the ceiling with its cheer.
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